Daisy

He stared at me for a long moment, his arm still around my waist, the city still glittering behind us, his expression doing something I had never seen on Norman White’s face in all the years I had known him. He looked genuinely, completely thrown. Like his brain had received a message it wasn’t prepared to process.

I waited, my eyes not blinking.

Then he took my hand.

We didn’t go back inside. We took the side stairs down, moving through the quiet lower levels of the building without a word, out through a side exit and into the cool night air of the parking structure. His car was...